He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 398: Why Should I Help You?

They released the statement on the exact day Sherry arrived in Sencia City for the banquet.

Joseph looked exhausted, his eyes hollow.

"I'm sorry we've wasted everyone's attention. I also apologize on behalf of my wife.

"I was too proud to admit she came from a simple background, with little education. That's why she didn't know her way around a company office.

"She's just a tired housewife raising five children. I failed to notice how stressed she was. That's my fault.

"I don't know if this will satisfy Sherry. If it will help her let go of her anger, she can hit me. I'm her father, I'll take it.

"After all, Claire and Teresa are both women of the family. I'm a man, so I'll carry this. Don't worry. I keep my word. I'll even take a beating live online if that's what she wants."

His tone was painfully sincere.

It was as if Sherry would actually hit him.

The public, who had been furious moments before, suddenly fell silent.

No one had expected it to escalate this far.

And once their supporters joined in, the tide turned.

[I never thought it would go this far. We wrecked their company...]

[You internet trolls don't know the whole story! You harassed them until their business collapsed. Are you happy now?]

[Don't give us that. They still admitted they targeted Sherry! Everything she went through was real!]

[Sure, but you guys showed up at their building and pushed them into bankruptcy! Arguing online is one thing, but offline harassment is too far.]

[The Campbells are right. They lost everything. Are you still going to drag this on? Want them to die next?]

[Both sides messed up. You can't blame only one. They sacrificed their whole family. If Sherry just speaks up, this can end. They're still family.]

[Yeah! If she just says something, we can all move on. Why is she staying quiet?!]

...

Meanwhile, Sherry was inside the banquet in Sencia City.

No one used phones during speeches—not unless they wanted to be blacklisted.

Important messages were passed along by assistants.

Juan and the others had left with Lucas.

Yelena was waiting outside for Sherry; she'd brought her along to relax.

Yelena didn't like these events, even if she didn't show it openly. She was just calmer outside.

Just as she picked up her phone, she saw someone she desperately wanted to avoid. She locked it and turned to leave.

But Hector grabbed her arm.

"When you were with me, you sat at the head of every table. Everyone worshipped you. Now you're hanging around these people—you can't even get through the front door.

"You've become nothing. Regret yet? Come back to me. Stop being stubborn.

"Just look at yourself now."

Yelena's hands clenched into fists. "I like who I am now. This has nothing to do with you."

"Nothing to do with me? Then why won't you divorce me? Face it, Yelena—you're worse than Sherry. You're just pathetic."

Hector's words cut deep, leaving her pale.

"I told you! Once you let me move my parents' graves, I'll sign the divorce papers!"

"Why would I do that?" Hector sneered. "You really think you can handle that? You think you won't have nightmares? They died because of you.

"They decided on their own that they weren't good enough for me and did something extreme, then dragged the Snyder family into it. And you pinned the blame on Anne.

"Now you see I love Julia, so you blame her too. Yelena, with that attitude, why should I help you?"

Yelena's head spun.

That wasn't how it happened. Her family had already sensed it—Hector's attitude toward her had turned wrong.